Friday at last, I think as I enter the garage. Has my life been reduced to living for Friday evenings and weekends? Yep, but it is not too bad considering all that transpired last weekend, and what is to transpire this weekend. Smiling I enter the house.
"George your late," Justine tells me with both hands on her hips.
Not saying a word I slip my arms between hers, placing both of my hands on her firm little ass I pick her up and kiss her. This is not a kiss normally associated with greetings and we are both getting into it and the doorbell rings.
At first I ignore it, then Justine breaks the kiss, "George go and answer the door, it is probably Mira."
"It could be Amir," I remind her as I put her back on the ground. With one last squeeze I release her ass and head for the door with an erection tenting the front of my pants. I open the door and there stands Amir or it could be Mira, but then I notice that he is not wearing makeup and I decide it is Amir.
"George," smiling Amir looks me up and down and says, "you glad see me or is rifle in pocket."
I laugh and kiss him. His attempted reference to Mae West is too much, I break the kiss and start laughing again. My laugh is infectious and Amir starts to laugh as well.
Justine arrives at the door and demands, "Okay you two, we are running late. No more playing." She gives Amir a kiss and taking him by the hand pulls him past me.
I look at Amir's European car with his bike in a rack on the back. I get his bike and bring it in the house. Then I'm off to my room to get out of the monkey suit and into shorts and polo shirt. Friday, gotta love it.
As I dress I hear giggles and other strange things from Justine's bathroom. I guess she is turning Amir into Mira. I laugh as I think, Larry you are in for one big surprise. Laughing I'm off to the Library and the J. D. Black.
With drink in hand I sit down and think about Amir. I just finished kissing a man not more then a few minutes ago. Not that long ago I would have slugged a person who told me that I would be doing that. How quickly things change, or do they? I remember when my son, Justin, was born and all of the kisses I gave him when he was so young so helpless. I remember kissing Justin for years, when I left for work or came home he would run up to me for his kiss. When did the kissing stop and why did it stop? When he comes home from graduate school he still kisses his mother but why not me? I love him as much as I ever did but a hand shake or hug is the most I ever get, what happened here and why? Is the world so fucked up that the only affection men can show to one another is a hand shake or a brief hug? Women still kiss each other. I am on the verge of depression when the women come down and join me in the library. No man can stay depressed when these two women stand in front of you as the blood is flowing to fiercely throughout your body.
"I think George happy to see us," Mira looks at Justine with a smile on her face.
"Either that or he has a gun in his pocket," replies Justine.
We all laugh. And then we walk to the car for our trip to Larry's and Ann's house for dinner and fun.
Nothing out of the ordinary occurs on the way over to Larry's house, perhaps it is the unknown as we are introducing something new to our friendship. I think that things will work out fine. Justine told me earlier that she had seduced Ann a few weeks ago, and afterwards in their pillow talk Ann had told her that Larry has always wondered what it would be like to have sex her. Justine told her that I had said similar things about her, so in this past week the girls have been busy getting things ready. According to Justine, Ann knows about Mira but Larry doesn't.
It is not long we are at Larry's and I am helping the ladies out of the car and Mira flashes me some leg, Justine notices and not to be outdone she flashes the whole enchilada. I mean the whole enchilada as she is not wearing any underclothes. I whistle my approval, and she smiles. With a woman on each arm I walk them to the door. Justine pushes the doorbell and we wait. Larry opens the door and seeing me with a woman on each arm his mouth just drops open, reminding me of the dolls hanging everywhere at the Eros Boutique with their mouths displaying their perfect little "O."
Justine releases my arm, steps forward at the same time reaching up with her hand and pushes Larry's mouth closed. Then she kisses him, I notice that his mouth does not stay closed as Justine is giving him a kiss to remember. I also notice that his hands are starting to wonder around her backside. I think that both have forgotten Mira and myself.